Fake nails...NOOOOOOOOOOO

Aaaaaarrrggghhhh! these lovely fake nails is driving me up the wall. I joined the band wagon after lot of persistence from my girlfriends about these gel nails that make your hand looks oh! so sophisticated, so posh and most of all so neat.
Don't mind they definitely do! everybody is like wow! are those real, it looks good, its amazing, while I am floating in a cloud of compliments and attention on my new found natural, sophisticated looking nails not to mention its given a whole new meaning and look to my otherwise ridged nail bitten, dinosaur skin hands.

It's lovely, really lovely.. Now you sure know this is not what I was writing for isn't it?

It's been 72 hours since I have had these on and in the first hour i couldn't even open a can of coke, infact the first day I couldn't do anything, my basic duties seemed like a task all in order to keep these nails on and not destroy them. buttoning my pant, touching, catching, cutting, washing my hair its like i am learning to use my hands again.
I think Edward Scissorhands is the right term. When i first saw the movie, I laughed hard everytime the actor tried to touch something without hurting them. I am glad I am the only one here laughing at my way of doing simple things.

To all those with naturally long fingernails and to all that you do keeping them so clean and lovely looking after a hurricane,

you ladies ROCK!

CRAVINGS!!

It's 2:49am and from the past 3 hours I haven't stopped thinking about food. Any form of food (edible ofcourse) fantasizing mostly about chips, fried plantains, PB sandwiches, sara lee's cakes the list is really endless!
This late night cravings have started since a week now, when i decided to stop shopping and stocking junk food. The force is so strong, its driving me crazy.
I have opened the fridge door endless times knowing what is in there, but just waiting for a magic that will not happen since i am the one who stocked it.

NO!! I am not pregnant or going through PMS or anything that defines a lady's cravings.
I am just harmlessly craving for food that dosen't exist and is not there in my kitchen cupboards or fridge and the weight that has piled on sitting comfortably in my body is not helping. thats where the decision came to stop stocking foods which I end up eating usually late nights.

After recently shifting house the convenience of walking down the building for 24hrs store also has been denied. Forget about 24hrs store I don't have any store with the 10km radius of my house and that also closes 11pm.

As i am scavenger hunt in my cupboard again for the nth time for food, I locate a noodles packet! maybe i could just microwave that and a hot cup of tea.

What Say?

Horoscopes!!

Every morning when I open my laptop and log on to the very famous domains of our times, i have this sneaky instant urge that's turned into a guilty habit of checking my horoscope. i know its harmless thing but after years of vowing myself to stop reading it.
No, i am not a believer because through the years
- i didn't encounter a red hair girl to give me something to hold onto.
- feelings for a special someone will come in to being
- my spirits didn't hit a high point in the next couple of days
- neither did I let anybody close to me put pressure into hasty decisions
and my predictions goes on and on (bearing in mind there are other half million with the same star as mine)
somehow there is a sneaky temporary happiness and I tell myself its the last time i am reading this one.
Since my younger days I've always been drawn to such kind of mysteries like palm reading, horoscopes, tarot readers and related things. When I was younger I used to walk with my grandma to the market almost daily and I used to see these people sitting on the corner street with a parrot inside a small cage, so as someone would go to them they would open the tiny gate for the parrot to walk out and pick a card and the reading would be done.
I was filled with so much fascination and inquisitiveness but yet I would never dare to go near them. Thanks to my grandma and the over protective family that used speak of so much horror about them. but still!
Am I a believer? No! of course not.
But still that rush when I open the newspaper, magazine, open webpages, etc. ahh! too many, too much. steal a glance.

My phone pings and as I click the image on the screen a picture with a girl with no hands and a caption on it- How will her future be determined? no hands? can it be read? ......
uh oh! here we go again!

Being myself

I am so happy in the company of my own self
in total bliss
with the birds chirping and the soft snores of my dog sleeping
closed in an apartment of rooms
away from human and their pollution
that which drains me physically and emotionally by so much that don't exist
I wonder if they feel that way about me too
does it show on my face, that i am really not into them, not into their conversations
as they jibber jabber about nothingness
do I have to roll my eyes?
or do I have to show how empty I feel ?
do I?
talk to me, talk to me about trueness that only souls can feel
about love that has surpassed so many lives
about those who survived the tests of time
about you, about me
Talk to me
and I will be yours till eternity comes
oh! I am so at peace just me in the company of my own self.

I don't know.......

I don't know why
When i stop to think of the days gone by
A gentle breeze flows over my mind
of you and me standing side by side
we were so happy together, still we couldn't make it all over
maybe it was me, maybe it was you
we have no right to decide
I think we gave up too soon
or maybe it was fate that gave up on us
I don't know for how long
but till now you are still the number 1
I hold you in my memory so tight
I think i if i let go, my whole world would fade and die
I wish i could turn back time and make everything like it used to be
But "no" the almighty wills the best for you and me
Not today or tomorrow or even after
But someday, somewhere together we'll be standing again side by side.

New Hope

This ground i stand
hard earth underneath my feet
I've walked this way before
time and time through
toiled at the days heat
everyday my hope hung to my faith lifted high
i knew i could give up, but then it was a risk worth a try
Yes, I've failed and broken
trampled and crushed
I couldn't be more shaken
Until I gave up my last sign of hope

Just then the light broke- into another day
A new breath i took to stay
My spirits grew and my faith renewed
The wars lost and the dreams that I forgot
came all true
in boxes wrapped in gold and blue
I shone like never before
the brightest and the star-iest
Could i have asked for more?

Alone with my thoughts

Sitting at cafe with a fresh pot of coffee and waiting for my cheesy pasta to arrive,

minding my own business and looking around cause the cricket match on the TV dosen't impress me so.

A casual look at the couples sitting and shyly smiling, ladies gossiping and laughs from nearby group of youngsters

All in their own little world of fun, frolic and a dark side that is diminished by their meeting. how else they sit cosily with each other?

the couples look so deeply into each others eyes, like making promises in the unknown future they may share, she blushes at his wink.

new love? 

The gossip about the brother's children and the school month distracted me, damn those ladies knew how to talk aloud. its a public place!

there was a time when people would huddle in groups and talk in whispers and now there is a time where a single person can be heard.

i didn't want to know about your childs lunchbox or how you tolerate your family visit. no i didn't want to know that.

As the baller hits another ball, there are cheers in the cafe as everybody knew the winning team.

Everyone owns their team in their hearts, in their minds in their wins and in their losses.

That's why there's celebration followed by tears.

I can see the waiter come from the kitchen door having a plate of pasta and a block of cheese on his tray, knowing its mine.

The joy in your heart, you know what I'm talking about

A man enters the door and walks over to the couples table that were so lost into each other, my favourite people in the cafe. walks over to the girl and plants a kiss on her lips and walks her out in to the street leaving the guy sitting alone. 

He knew. Alone once again looking out the window.

The waiter left my table. 

And i just sat there all alone.